Wednesday, April 03, 2013

They definitely have changed the Stadium quite a bit, most notably with the reserve level, by expanding the gates outward to allow for more usable space inside. It's nice to finally see some of the other, non-field-level areas get some well-deserved love and attention, after seeing Frank McCourt's partial renovation, class-warfare system. Here's some more shots from Opening Day 2013:

A small Giant fan (is that an oxymoron?) on the Dodgers' new play area. This shot was taken just before he was eaten by Juan Uribe. Notice the look of fear in the kid's eyes. Poor guy.

Opening Day...no, make that "Opening Series" memorabilia on sale, at the new (and very crowded) reserve level team store. Look for these items at cut-rate discounts in about a month or so (I bought a full-price t-shirt, anyway).

New standup areas behind the reserve level seats' last row, complete with tables. Neat! It remains to be seen how these areas will be "reserved" for squatters looking to post up for multiple innings (or if ushers move people along every two innings or so).

The women's bathroom gets a nice new logo commemorating our cross-state rivalry! That should make people urinate faster.

The men's bathroom gets a different logo. Based on the lines outside the men's bathroom later on during the game, I imagine this logo got a lot of eyeballs.

I thought his 15 minutes were up long ago, but Psy is apparently still out there, now shilling soju from the awning of a brand new alcohol booth. In fact, the soju was so new, the vendors working the booth were asking *me* what it tasted like. I tried a smidgen on the rocks, but passed it off to the rest of the guys in the group.

"It tastes a little like a pina colada," said one. "I wouldn't know," I countered.

@Sax: Absolutely the same guy. We spent the ENTIRE second inning in his line and then had the same experience. We each wanted two large PBR and it took him three tries to get our order right. We were joking with each other about the look on the guys face. You could tell he was thinking "you got way too high before your shift and it's only the second inning and this line is never going to get smaller. Maintain."

The lady who "poured" my Dos Equis had clearly never attempted such a feat before. The lady next to her had to show her how. Ummm, they never even did a dry run on this? Never asked if anyone staffing the keg actually knew how to pour a beer? She must have wasted five beers worth of foam before finally her register mate had to come over and do it,